Page 118 of Married to the Devil

“Don’t think then. You made your decision. Demons who don’t want to be stretched to their limits don’t beg for punishment.”

There’s a click of a bottle opening, and I watch Stoneheart apply lube to his cock in a seductive stroke. I turn away, not wanting to lose courage and start begging for mercy. I fill my senses with the woman under me.

Stella’s pupils are blown wide, and she rocks her hips with me, watching her husband past my shoulder. The bottle of lubricant gets tossed to a pillow in my line of vision, and I fight the urge to shiver.

“I dislike having my rules broken, but I’d be lenient because I understand the temptation it is to be inside my wife,” Stoneheart says, closing in.

I curse the gods as the tail coiling in my ass presses much harder on my prostate.

“But do you know why I won’t be lenient with you? Because you did it wearingthis.” His claw catches on the bracelet Stella made me at the beginning of all this. “Ihatenot being able to scent you and the mark we leave on you.”

The tip of the claw disengages the clasp, and the bracelet falls from my wrist for the first time since Stella gave it to me.

Stoneheart inhales and makes a satisfied sound. “If you’re going to fuck my wife, I better be able to scent you on her. You’re ours, songbird.”

The impact of his words is a meteor to the separation I’ve held in my mind between me and the two of them.

Stoneheart slides his tail from me in a rush. My inhale is sharp but stutters as his tail lashes my ass and the back of my thighs. Blow upon blow strikes me, and I bury my face in Stella’s neck to muffle my mewling cries.

I’m rocking my hips into Stella without meaning to, whether to escape the hits or present myself better for them, I’m unsure.

Eventually when I’m a babbling mess, it stops. His hands run up my welted skin and my face rises enough to kiss Stella to distract me from how every ounce of pain he gives me is dissolving what I know about myself from the inside out.

Stoneheart sighs. “Your masochism serves us both I think. I never thought I wanted to mark a lover like this.”

The reminder of how he marked my shoulder with his claws is merciless in this situation. The scars are still there. I check the prized claiming every morning.

His lubed cock drags against my balls and taint, making them throb. A sound of hesitation escapes my throat, but he smacks my raw ass, and I quiet.

I’ve never done this before, and Stoneheart’s cock is likely to rip me in half, but part of me wants that. I want him to break me a part so I can stop worrying about territory conflicts and losing the people closest to me, or even loving people I’m not supposed to.

“The candles!” Stella reminds, but she’s breathless.

The thought of stopping now is as laughable and shocking as stopping a storm.

Stoneheart snarls. “They don’t get this. This magic belongs to us.”

And the possessiveness of the sentiment hooks deep inside my chest. When he pushes forward and splits me in two, time stands still.

But that doesn’t stop the pain. That is a sudden rush of white noise in my ears taking over every sense with blaring abruptness.

Relax.

Impossible.

“Breathe.” The voice is Stella’s.

I hiss a breath in an attempt to listen to her. She touches my face lightly and attempt to relax for her.

It’s difficult with how I’m buried as deep as possible inside her. My entire body is seized for impact, and I can’t move against the barrage of Stoneheart penetrating me.

Time clicks forward again, and the reality of the details surface in the ocean of sensation of being conquered.

I almost choke on my laugh. He barely has the head of his cock inside me.

“You’re doing so well.” Stoneheart rubs the back of my neck in comfort and slowly the muscles unlock.

“That’s it,” he says and when he presses forward, the shock of the stretch is less. Now there’s a deep pressure and the alien sensation of being prodded from the inside out.

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